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Mar. 29th, 2004 09:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theatokosThere was no sleep last night. Elliott, when not pressing his face wistfully up against the windows, gave me good snuggles. I had a dream about finding funding for my summer. I was writing publishers, asking if they wanted to donate money to my research. I must get on that: must figure out how to pay for summer.
I don't want to do any of the work that needs to be done. I am going to crawl back in bed for the rest of the morning. I can wallow in being sad for at least a day. Maybe I can find the tears I swallowed hard last night.
I've discovered that I am much more patient than I ever gave myself credit for. I am solid and steady - here is the fruit of my choices. As I was flying over Seattle on my way back to CA I realized that I would not change any of my choices. The flight over Seattle was amazing. I could see the route we used to take to Golden Gardens to walk the dog; there was Stone Gardens; the Fremont Bridge; EMP in all its shiny glory; Pike Place; and the Art Institute, which by the end of our time there I could get to with my eyes shut. A bitterweet flash back of Seattle, but I would not change my experiences for anything. Looking down out from the metal tube hurtling through the sky, I felt centered and I still feel that way.
I don't want to do any of the work that needs to be done. I am going to crawl back in bed for the rest of the morning. I can wallow in being sad for at least a day. Maybe I can find the tears I swallowed hard last night.
I've discovered that I am much more patient than I ever gave myself credit for. I am solid and steady - here is the fruit of my choices. As I was flying over Seattle on my way back to CA I realized that I would not change any of my choices. The flight over Seattle was amazing. I could see the route we used to take to Golden Gardens to walk the dog; there was Stone Gardens; the Fremont Bridge; EMP in all its shiny glory; Pike Place; and the Art Institute, which by the end of our time there I could get to with my eyes shut. A bitterweet flash back of Seattle, but I would not change my experiences for anything. Looking down out from the metal tube hurtling through the sky, I felt centered and I still feel that way.